happy intervals
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My heart is yours
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I know…
Not all sisters
Talk in whispers
Never lose
Their temper
Hence, my desire
To reveal
My esteem,
Your attributes,
Make my words
Obsolete.
Your glowing
Greetings
Kindness in
All shapes,
No shape.
Boundless
Sparks
Off your heart
Spurring ours…
Short but happy
Intervals, tucked
& nestled
Ad infinitum.
Warmth garnered
For our gelid
Winters till
Summer reaches
To expose hope
Rise & growth
Appetence
For ritual.
Under your
Roof is revelry
Your triumph
Over adversity
A proof…
Of youth
With pansophy.
I enshrine my
Akin, my Fjord.
Have dropped
My anchor in
The realms
Of my
Affection.
My heart
Is yours
Darling
Beloved
Sister.
I have dropped anchor
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